Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
She was tired of everyone telling her what she could and couldn’t do. Sway had stayed clear of the Royal Bastards and Lottie over the past week, only seeing them if they came by the garage. Now, once again, she was diving into her brother’s death. Dawson’s friend had given her new information that led to the Bloody Scorpions.
Vicious had already told her on multiple occasions to stay away from them, but he wasn’t around anymore. No, Mister Billy Badass had gotten his big boy pants in a fucking knot and stormed out. She would bet Razor and Teller had told him about her and Lottie being at Boggs. The fact he hadn’t come storming back, telling her she shouldn’t be hanging down there, spoke volumes to Sway.
Looking at the scattered papers, she shook her head. She knew it was time to let things go, to stop trying to figure it out. Letting out a sigh, she was tired of being angry, tired of being hurt. All she’d managed by not letting the cops handle it was running off a man she liked a hell of a lot and isolating her best friend. “It’s time to let go. ”
Grabbing a large brown mailer envelope from a drawer, Sway began stuffing papers into it.
Vicious had been pacing outside Sway’s apartment, trying to find the words to say how sorry he was for walking out weeks earlier. The problem he was having was that Razor had come clean about seeing her and Lottie down at Boggs. He owed Teller for getting her out of there and away from Dawson Franks and his boy, Clay. Still, he was pissed that she was down at Boggs, and from what he had heard, Sway had been flirting with Dawson’s buddy. She was his fucking woman, and she needed to be reminded of that fact.
Climbing the stairs, he walked into the apartment without knocking. When he shut the door, he saw her standing at the kitchen table, looking through dozens of papers. When she glanced up, he thought she looked like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
Walking over to her, he watched how quickly she scooped up the papers. As she turned to put them away, a few pages slipped from her hands. They both watched as they floated to the ground. Bending over, Vicious picked them up. Reading the words on the pages, he got pissed.
“What’s this bullshit, Sway?”
There, in the dim light of the kitchen, she stared into his green eyes. They were cold and dangerous as he glared at her. “It’s nothing.” Before she could tell him she was letting it go, Vicious gave her that look. The same one he had given her a week earlier. His fists balled up at his sides. It wasn’t like she would apologize. No, she wouldn’t. He held her there, in his stare, before he spoke low and intense, the sound of his voice making Sway nervous .
“Don’t fucking lie to me.”
“You know what it is. It’s research into Tesh’s death.” Sway glared at Vicious. “What are you doing here? And don’t you know how to knock?”
He didn’t think he needed to knock. She was his woman. Ignoring the question, he fired off at her. “I told you to stay away from anyone and anything having to do with his death.”
Throwing the envelope and the pages on the table, she watched them sail across the surface. “If you must know, I’ve gotten information that the Bloody Scorpions were involved. And before you yell at me again, I haven’t gone anywhere near those assholes. Is that why you stormed out of here?”
Vicious slammed his hand down on the table, stopping the papers from hitting the floor. “Partly. If you don’t talk to me, I can’t protect you.”
Pointing a steady finger at him, she shouted back. “Maybe I don’t want you to protect me.” She matched his temper and the volume of his words. If he could yell, so could she, damn it.
The air in the apartment was charged with the heated mood. There was only two ways to calm it down—finish fighting until they had nothing else to say, or say ‘fuck it’ and walk away. Sway didn’t want to walk away. She wanted to fight it out until they ran out of steam, then she wanted to fuck until they were breathless.
“Too bad, sweetheart. You’re my woman and that comes with conditions,” he said .
“If I’m your woman, where have you been for the last fucking week?” She waited for him to explain himself. Sway watched his face for any sign that he was searching for an excuse. Dropping her hand to her side, she shook her head. “Well, if I’m your woman, as you say, that makes you my man and that comes with complications.”
“If I find out you’re going around anyone to do with the Scorpions, I’ll spank your sexy ass.”
“That threat’s getting old, Vicious,” she said with a smirk. “And for the record, you aren’t gonna barge in here after a week of radio silence and get all alpha male on my ass. I deserve an apology.”
He came there to apologize for his behaviour. Now, his mood was teetering on the edge. Crushing the papers in his hand, he tossed them aside as he stared his woman down. She was pushing all his buttons. Shoving aside the kitchen chair that was between them, Vicious reached out and grabbed the front of her shirt. He saw the shocked look on her face when he pulled her to him. “You don’t go anywhere near them. Do. You. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what, Sway?”
“Yes, I understand.”
Vicious moved her backwards all the way through the apartment and into her bedroom. His fist continued gripping her shirt, pulling it tighter. When the back of her knees hit the bed, he shoved her down onto the mattress and pulled her shirt over her head. Then he pulled his off before crawling over her, forcing her to lie back .
“Where’s my apology?” Sway asked, not backing down. It didn’t matter how it felt to have his body pressed against hers. It didn’t matter that the hard ridge of his erection pressed against her mound. It definitely didn’t matter that she was already wet for him. She still wanted an apology.
“I’m about to show you how sorry I am.”
Okay , she thought, he said he was sorry in his own way . Leaning forward, she ran her tongue over his nipples before slowly scraping her teeth over them. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she managed to roll them over so she was on top. Pressing her body against his, she wanted him naked.
Going up on her knees, she was now straddling him, smiling as she unbuckled his jeans. She moved down his long legs, tugging at his pants. When she slipped off the bed, Sway stood between his legs, tugged off his boots and socks, then finished undressing him. Licking her lips, she appreciated the full erection that his hand stroked. Stripping her clothes off, Sway leaned forward, running her hands over his legs. A dusting of light blonde hair covered them. Raking her nails back down his inner thighs, she knelt between them. Nuzzling his balls with her nose, she ran her tongue over the heavy sac before sucking them into her mouth.
“God damn, babe.”
“Mmmm.”
Sway let one at a time slip from her mouth. Running her tongue up the underside of his cock, she listened to the sound of his shallow breathing. Moving up, she sucked hard on the head before swallowing his cock as his hand tangled in her hair, holding on to her .
“Suck harder, babe.”
Following his instruction, Sway sucked harder, hollowing out her checks. Her eyes watered from the tension with which Vicious held her hair. Still, she continued sucking and licking.
“Fuck, I’m gonna blow.” Vicious wanted more of her before he shot his load. Pulling her talented mouth from his cock, he brought her up so she could climb over his naked body.
When she was straddling his cock, he released her head. His hands went to her hips, lifting her to position the head of his erection at her entrance. “Ride me, baby, so I can watch you take me deep.”
Easing down, Sway ground against him. He gripped her hips, pushing deeper into her sex. “Sweetheart,” he gritted out, “you need to get moving.” Watching as she smiled down at him, Vicious was too close to getting everything he wanted. Flipping them over, he shoved deeper then stopped. When she wiggled against him, trying to get him moving, he pinned her down. “I’m about to teach you a lesson.”
“Vicious, I need you.”
Sliding slowly in and out of her body, he listened to her moan. When she reached out for his hands, Vicious grasped them as he started moving faster against her body. With every delicious contraction of her wet pussy, he moved in and out until he was fucking her into the headboard of the bed. The wooden frame slammed into the wall, keeping time with his hard thrusts. He wanted more of her. He wanted her taste on his tongue and her screams in his ears .
Sliding his cock from her pussy, he moved down her body ever so slowly, giving himself time to settle down. He lavished kisses down along her stomach to the apex of her sex as her hands tangled in his hair. Running his fingers through her folds, he nipped the inside of her thighs. His tongue came close to her sex then moved away. She moved, trying to get him where she wanted him.
Then, he flipped her over again so her hands couldn’t touch him. As he massaged her ass, he dipped between her thighs and licked her from ass to pussy, wanting her taste on his tongue. When his tongue pressed against her puckered hole, he got the first moan of the night. Gliding his fingers in and out of her pussy, he ran his index finger along her seam until it pressed against that pink forbidden hole and shoved in, forcing those tight little muscles to suck his finger deeper into her. “Oh god!”
Reaching over with his free hand, he fumbled for the single drawer of the bedside table. When he pulled it open, his fingers dug through the toys they had purchased weeks back. Wrapping his hand around the small anal vibrator, Vicious pulled it out.
Still fucking her with his finger, Vicious guided the small vibrator into her cunt while he tongue-fucked her. Sway was about to find out exactly what her man wanted from her. He wanted to own every damn part of her.
When he pulled the vibrator out, he replaced it with his finger. Sway cried out as he gently pushed it all the way in her ass. “Your ass likes that, baby.” He saw her head nod. Turning it on, Sway went down on her elbows, but Vicious didn’t stop there. He turned it up and watched from between her thighs as she twisted her fists in the blanket. He lapped at her pussy, listening to her whimper and moan. One more turn to increase the vibration and Sway called out his name as she exploded on his tongue.
He couldn’t get enough of her taste. With his face coated with her cum, he turned off the vibrator and gently removed it before climbing up behind her.
He ran his hands down her legs as he shoved them apart to accommodate his size. Pulling her up on her hands and knees, he plunged into her, moaning deep in his throat at the feeling of her body wrapped around his cock.
Her body was on fire. If anyone had said she whimpered, Sway would have rolled her eyes, but here she was, whimpering beneath him, screaming out his name. His hands felt like they were everywhere. She couldn’t get a clear thought in her head. The anal vibrator had been a surprise that she wasn’t ready for. The intense sensation had taken her breath away. The higher he turned it up, all of her senses went into overload until she couldn’t stop the orgasm that erupted from her. There was a lot to say about begging. Holy hell, the man could fuck . Her clit hummed from the friction.
She watched over her shoulder as he fucked her. Sway loved watching as his muscles rippled, how the veins in his arms and neck bulged as he gripped her hips, keeping her body tight against his as he ground against her cunt. Sway’s body trembled as Vicious continued to move roughly against her. When he shoved her forward as he knelt on the bed, he picked up the pace and started pounding into her. She could barely hold herself up without him holding onto her. “Oh god!” she cried out as her entire body went tight in response to the orgasm that erupted from her .
Vicious’s fingers dug hard into her hips as he pumped into her. It was almost painful, yet something about the sensation made her want him to do it more. Her body craved the things he did to her.
Vicious was blind with lust. Need. Desire. He wanted to own her body and her soul. He wanted to mark her inside and out. When she moved, he wanted Sway to feel where he’d been and know he owned her. Every muscle tightened, his veins pulsed, and sweat ran down his body in rivets. Clenching his jaw tight, he felt the build-up, felt his balls tighten. He lost the battle but won the war as his cock spurted ropes of creamy, thick cum inside her pussy and on her inner thighs.
When his body finally calmed, he collapsed with her on the bed. Feathering Sway’s shoulder with kisses, he tried keeping some of his weight off her until he rolled to the side, bringing Sway with him. “Damn, woman, I think you’re trying to kill me.”
“No more than you’re trying to kill me.” Sway lay there, trying to catch her breath. Her chest rose and fell as her heart pounded in her ears. So much for her being in control when it came to fucking Vicious.